Weekend

 Winter break is over and I feel kind of sad about it.  Usually I am more ready to go back to school.  This time, I know I have chemo again next week and that fills me with a bit of dread.  I was sick last time.

I also have things to be happy about.  There are always things to be happy about.  For one thing, my energy.  I have felt really great the past few days.  I did a big project clearing out my closet in my office and going through everything and putting it all back together on a shelf Adam and Mark built for me.  I even ironed some of Adam's shirts on Saturday!  This return to health makes the chemo feel worth it, even though I still dread it.

Adam continues to thwart me in my attempts to protect his time.  We met Emma at IKEA; she was getting a dresser and we were getting the closet shelf. 

I told Emma under no circumstances was she to ask her dad to help her with the dresser.  I told her Mark could help her.  I also told Mark that I would pay him to build my shelf and that we weren't involving Adam.

Then Adam wanted to deliver Emma's dresser and help her carry it upstairs.  (She built it herself because when Emma wants to do something, she does it.)  Also, Adam talked to Mark on Friday night about building my shelf together on Saturday.  I said, "No!  Mark is going to do it alone."

Adam asked, "Why?"

I said, "Because you don't have time."

Adam said, "Well I want to spend time with Mark."

So they built the shelf.  In the late afternoon they went swimming together at the Orem Rec Center while I continued on my project and then I met them at Via 313 for pizza.  Mark went home and Adam and I went night grocery shopping.

I still can't get over the amount of energy I have.

A few months ago, ten percent of what I did on Saturday would have exhausted me.

It was nice to go to church.  I went to primary but it wasn't my turn to lead the singing.  I just got to sing along and enjoy being in primary.  Several people went out of their way to talk to me and see how I am doing, which was kind.  I was happy to report to them that I'm doing pretty well.

Shannon and I set up a dinner date with our husbands for before my next chemo.  I have these cycles and I need to take advantage of the good times.

Emma came over.  We played Flip7 and talked a little to Braeden and Anna and QE on FaceTime and talked about Scotland (and Emma sang to us with a Scottish accent, like she does...).

I was exhausted last night and went to bed early.  Adam pointed out everything out of character I had done this weekend.  He said, "You made dinner!  When is the last time you made dinner?"

I don't know.  I have helped other people, but this was my first solo dinner in months. 

I'm back! 

I have been pestering Braeden about what he wants for a birthday present.  He keeps saying he doesn't know.  Then last night, he sent this:

I am going to need more guidance.  How do I assess quality and/or approachability?  Amazon reviews?  It is rough when your kids get smarter than you.

Now back to school (I clearly need it, but I don't think the third grade curriculum is doing much to help me keep pace with Braeden).  

I will be happy to see everyone.